ALISTAIR
I was riding in the carriage with the warlock, Duncan following closely in his wolf form, soon joined by another grey wolf with a woman on his back that at closer observation turned out to be Bryn’s maid.
“She is one of our best assassins,” the Scorpion caught my gaze, “So, if you ever decide to deal with that crazy father of yours, she would be perfect for the assignment.”
“No, thanks,” I chuckled, “I thought you said that you can get us there faster.”
“I can,” he sneered, “But this is where you come in.”
“Me?” I looked at him in shock.
“Yes,” he looked displeased while he produced a map and a crystal, “You marked her.”
He pronounced the words as if they were dirty.
“I did,” I smirked, “That’s what werewolves do when they find their mates. You’ve heard of it
